Because I know that you are a cultured bunch and because you probably won’t have time to stop and smell the roses for the next couple of weeks, I call William Wordsworth to my aide to help usher in spring. He, daffodils mostly spent by the end of April, turns to the Lesser Celandine for his inspiration and to feed his yellow fetish.
To The Small Celandine
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,
Let them live upon their praises;
Long as there’s a sun that sets,
Primroses will have their glory;
Long as there are violets,
They will have a place in story;
There’s a flower that shall be mine,
‘Tis the little Celandine
Wordsworth wrote 3 poems for the spring flower and the first verse of two of them are shown here.
The Lesser Celandine
There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine,
That shrinks, like many more, from cold and rain;
And, the first moment that the sun may shine,
Bright as the sun himself, ’tis out again!
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